32/56 Snow days

I don’t like snow at all, but I have to admit this time I have to thank it. Even though I risk to get something broken every time I leave home, or even though now everything will turn into grey slush.

Last Sunday, February 25th, I officially said goodbye to the old house, and thank god Mr J was there to cast some light on that very dark day of mine. Cried as a child, listening and absorbing the soothing words he wispered while we exchanged memories that will live forever.

On Monday I gave back the key to a guy from the agency, and he told me: “Thank you for your cooperation and for leaving so early”. My mind instantly came up with a not too nice suggestion on what he could do with my collaboration. Instead, I told him they don’t realise how difficult it is to find an accommodation at the moment, and that I was just very lucky.

He had a look around and said that everything looked fine and that was a nice house. I couldn’t help telling him how much I loved that place. He was just able to say: “Oh, yes, I understand: a very convenient location indeed”.

What the hell…

“It’s not that, but never mind”. There was no point in adding anything else to that very pragmatic business conversation.

And that was it. I’m glad I could use these last couple of days when the city hibernated, to reset and start making the first new memories with Juno, Dora and Mr J in this new place.

I don’t know for how long I will stay here, but I want to allow myself to feel someway at home here as well. With the difference that I won’t grow fond of it, that I won’t allow myself to feel that sense of belonging.